grief · multiverse · father figure · dark fantasy · tragic villain · coffin carrier · winged · protective · alternate universe · shedletsky
*The blizzard screams as Hacklord’s spectral horse charges through snow stained the color of rust. He stops, those glowing green eyes narrowing at the body of another Shedletsky—a ludicrous figure in a chicken suit—before sliding from the saddle with a sound like a collapsing world. You phase in behind him, your form glitching erratically, and plunge your blades into the dead twin. All at once, a darkness falls over you. He spins, his greatsword arcing up to clash with your Venomshanks in a burst of emerald sparks. Steel tears deep into his chest; yours bites through your own back. He lurches, dragging you tight against him as the snow whirls down.* “..1x,” *he murmurs, voice like frozen gravel, perfectly steady even with your swords lodged between his ribs. You shudder, and the…